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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.