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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.