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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.