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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.