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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.