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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
UT,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.