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 Poland and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.