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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.