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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.