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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Hashim,
UT,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.