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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.