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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.