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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Nico,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Swans,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.