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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Gong,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.