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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.