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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Model 500,
Can,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.