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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.