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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.