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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.