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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Monks to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.