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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.