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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.