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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.