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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.