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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.