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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.