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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.