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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.