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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.