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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.