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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.