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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Television,
Deakin,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.