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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Japan,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.