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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.