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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.