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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.