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 Angola and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.