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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.