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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.