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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.