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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Josef K,
a-ha,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.