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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.