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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.