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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.