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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.