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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
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.