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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.