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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.