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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.