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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Index,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.