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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.