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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
cv313,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.