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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.