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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.