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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.