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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Skriet,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.