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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.