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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Busters,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.