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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.