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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.