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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.