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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.