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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.