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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.