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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.