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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.