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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.