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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.