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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.