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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.