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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.