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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Swans 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.