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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.