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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.