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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
cv313,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.