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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.