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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Mars,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.