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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.