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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.