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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.