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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.