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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.