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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.