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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.