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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.