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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.