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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.