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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.