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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.