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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.