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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.