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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.