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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.