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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.