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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
New Order,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.