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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.