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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.