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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.