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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.