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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.