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 France and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.