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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.