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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.