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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.