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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Television,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.