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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Pole,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.