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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
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Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.