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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.