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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.