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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.