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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Slave,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.