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 Ethiopia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.