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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.