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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.