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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Rekid,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.