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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.