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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.