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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.