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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.