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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.