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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.