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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.