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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.