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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.