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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.