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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.