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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 organ 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Can,
The United States of America,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.