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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.