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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.