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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.