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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Can,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.