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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.