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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.