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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the rap 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Subhumans,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.