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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.