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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.