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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 DNA to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.