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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Young Rascals to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Nas,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.