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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.