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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.