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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.