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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.