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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Swans,
Index,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.