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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.