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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.