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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.