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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
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.