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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.