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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.