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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.