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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.