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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.