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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.