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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
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.