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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.