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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.