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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.