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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.