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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.