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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.