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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.