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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.