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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.