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 Malta and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.