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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.