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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
the Association,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.