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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.