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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.