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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.