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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.