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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Crime,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.