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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.