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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.