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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Slave,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.