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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Index,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.