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 Chile 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.