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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.