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 India and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.