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 Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.