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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.