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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.