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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Smog,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.