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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.