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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.