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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.