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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.