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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.