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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.