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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.