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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.