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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Wings,
Ten City,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.