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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.