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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.