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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.