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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.