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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.