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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.