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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.