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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.