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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Qualms,
Magma,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.