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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.