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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.