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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.