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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.