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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.