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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.