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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.