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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.