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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.