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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Hashim,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.