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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.