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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.