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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.