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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Lakeside 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.