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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.