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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.