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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.