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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.