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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.