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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.