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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.