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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Magma,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.