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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.