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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.