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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Moebius,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Motorama,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.