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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.