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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
UT,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.