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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.