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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.