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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
DNA,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.