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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.