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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.