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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.