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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.