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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
10cc,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.