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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Swans,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.