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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.