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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.