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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.