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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.