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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
MC5,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
a-ha,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.