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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.