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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.