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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Moebius,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.