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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.