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 Maldives and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.