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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.