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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
UT,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.