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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.