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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.