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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.