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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Nico,
New Order,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.