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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.