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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Move,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.