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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.