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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.