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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.