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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.