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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.