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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.