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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.