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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.