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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Can,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.