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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.