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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.