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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.