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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.