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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.