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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.