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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.