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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.