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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.