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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.