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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
ABC,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.