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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.