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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.