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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Wings,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.