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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.