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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Slave,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.