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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.