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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.