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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.