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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.