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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.