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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.