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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.