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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.