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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.