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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Franke,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.