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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.