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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.