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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.