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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.