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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.