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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.