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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Human League,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.