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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.