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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.