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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.