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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.