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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.