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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Fear,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.