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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.