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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.