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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.