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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.