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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.