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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.