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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Quantec,
10cc,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.