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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.