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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.