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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
DNA,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.