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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.