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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.