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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.