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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.