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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.