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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.