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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Magma,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.