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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.