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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.