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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.