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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.