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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Television,
EPMD,
Can,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.