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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.