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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.