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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.