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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.