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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.