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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.