Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Can,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.