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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Kinks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.