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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
CMW,
Excepter,
Cymande,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.