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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.