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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.