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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.