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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.