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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.