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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.