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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Whodini,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.