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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.