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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.