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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.