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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.