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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.