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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.