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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.