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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
X-102,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.