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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.