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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.