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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.