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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
X-102,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.