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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.