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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.