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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.