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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.