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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
X-102,
Deakin,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.