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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.