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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.