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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Fear,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.