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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
10cc,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.