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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.