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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.