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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.