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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.