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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.