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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Martian,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.