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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.