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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Franke,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.