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 Togo and from Lille.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.