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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Brick,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.