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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.