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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.