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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.