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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.