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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.