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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.