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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.