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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.