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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.