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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.