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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Move,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.