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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.