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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.