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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.