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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Busters,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.