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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.