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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.