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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
UT,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.