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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.