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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.