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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.