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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.