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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.