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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Mars,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.