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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.