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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.