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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Associates,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.