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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.