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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.