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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.