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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.