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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
CMW,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
UT,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.