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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.