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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.