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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.