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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.