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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.