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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.