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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Television,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.