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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.