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 Congo 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.