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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.