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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.