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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.