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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.