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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.