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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.