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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.