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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.