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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Altered Images 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.