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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.