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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Television,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.