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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.