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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.