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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Scion,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.