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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.