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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.