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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.