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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.