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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Rekid,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.