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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.