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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ituana 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.