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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Aswad,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.