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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.