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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Move to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.