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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Scion,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.