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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.