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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.