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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.