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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.