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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Move,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.