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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.