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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.