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 India and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.