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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.