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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.