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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.