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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.