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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.