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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Move 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.