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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.