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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.