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 Italy 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.