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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
UT,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.