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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.