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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Monks,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.