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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.