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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.