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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Q65,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.