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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.