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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.