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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
New Order,
Organ,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.