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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.