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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.