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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.