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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.