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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.