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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.