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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Sound,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.