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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.