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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.