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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.