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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.