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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
UT,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.