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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.