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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.