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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.