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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.