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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.