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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.