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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.