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 Poland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.