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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June Days to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
PIL,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.