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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.