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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Roxette,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.