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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.