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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.