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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.