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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.