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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.