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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.