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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.