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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
UT,
Das Ding,
Brick,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.