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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.