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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.