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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.