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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.