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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.