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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.