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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.