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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Television,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.