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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.