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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.