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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.