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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.