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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Names,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.