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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Darondo,
Television,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.