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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.