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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.