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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.