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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.